Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Mar 7, 2008 17:39:39 GMT -5
A story idea I had, the origin of the Sheepshifters. This story chronicles how Blue met every Sheepshifter, and how the found the Elder Sheep, their mentor.
Chapter 1
That rainy night, there was one person in the city who couldn’t take refuge inside. It was a small boy, about six years old. The boy stumbled through the streets, bemoaning his sad state of affairs.
He’d probably been abandoned at birth, and then he’d bounced from home to home, no one ever taking him in long enough to leave a lasting impression on him, or give him a name, for that matter. He called himself “Blue,” due to his love of the color. It was the color of his long-sleeved shirt, the color of the T-Shirt he wore over it, the color of the scarf he pulled around his neck for protection against the wind and cold, and it was the color of is jeans. In fact, the only thing not blue about him was his hair, which was brown; it also got in his eyes when it rained, like it was now.
Then, he saw another person on the street, a girl about his age, wearing a green hooded sweatshirt. She brushed blonde hair back and stared at Blue with stunning green eyes as he approached, “Hey,” Blue yelled, “Do you know where to finish some shelter around here?” She looked at him; hen reached into her pocket, pulled out some money, and dropped it on the ground in front of Blue. Then she raced across the street, just as the light turned red.
Blue picked up the money, about $100, and put it into his pocket, wondering about the strangeness of the event.
Chapter 1
That rainy night, there was one person in the city who couldn’t take refuge inside. It was a small boy, about six years old. The boy stumbled through the streets, bemoaning his sad state of affairs.
He’d probably been abandoned at birth, and then he’d bounced from home to home, no one ever taking him in long enough to leave a lasting impression on him, or give him a name, for that matter. He called himself “Blue,” due to his love of the color. It was the color of his long-sleeved shirt, the color of the T-Shirt he wore over it, the color of the scarf he pulled around his neck for protection against the wind and cold, and it was the color of is jeans. In fact, the only thing not blue about him was his hair, which was brown; it also got in his eyes when it rained, like it was now.
Then, he saw another person on the street, a girl about his age, wearing a green hooded sweatshirt. She brushed blonde hair back and stared at Blue with stunning green eyes as he approached, “Hey,” Blue yelled, “Do you know where to finish some shelter around here?” She looked at him; hen reached into her pocket, pulled out some money, and dropped it on the ground in front of Blue. Then she raced across the street, just as the light turned red.
Blue picked up the money, about $100, and put it into his pocket, wondering about the strangeness of the event.
plz ;D
